As the fireworks took over the skies late last night, sadly the French weren't celebrating a place in the world cup final. Despite this, they were in good spirits enjoying the 'much too loud' music, good food and drink and 'Vive la France'.
Leaving the French to their celebrations we returned to Marge where a singer had been entertaining the campers with Spanish songs. We loved listening to him, clapping and whooping, as the English tend to do when abroad. Well, he needed the support, the French could barely put their hands together. It probably wasn't the best night for this style of music.
Just before midnight we watched the firework displays along the coast and in the nearby town along with others, young and old. After the last burst of cascading light faded into the darkness we all slowly drifted away. One elderly lady appeared to be stuck in her seat. Upon her release her relatives took to inspecting her behind. Not very dignified. Suddenly we hoped we hadn't seen our future!
We have now travelled via Sablone were we cycled through for John's 60th birthday ride to Spain, stopping for an ice lolly at the beach cafe we stopped at 10 years ago!
Then onto Monbert, Angela's little piece of paradise, where we are now settled under the shade of the oak trees.
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